In the depths of the eternal labyrinth, the essence of presence shrouds itself in moonlit illusions. A resonance echoes, forming shadows that gnaw at the fringes of sanity.
Round and round, the fibers weave, tightening the tapestry of destinies defined not by moments, but by the void that accompanies them. Fractions of echoes spool into eternity, smiling at the perspiring jester beneath the shade of the towering sundial.
Exhale an inquiry breathes back, the same seven veils cloaked in idle infinities.